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First Line: God knows how often, by her father's door
Last Line: And she -- no mask is like her placid face.


God knows how often, by her father's door,
We two have wandered in the cypress shade,
Her lovely head in sweet surrender laid
Upon my shoulder; and that was no more
Than one year gone. Last night a stupid bore
(Well-meaning dolt!) felt he must lend his aid.
Presented me! With what cool poise arrayed,
"I feel quite sure that we have met before!"
You gabbling parlor gossips, here's a bit
Of luscious scandal you will never know!
Wise cypress trees, with silence cover it;
You never saw two lovers, pacing slow!
From memory I have wiped out every trace;
And she -- no mask is like her placid face.





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